He was sick to death of resting. Life had become boring and he found himself wanting some of the action he used to experience ( Read more... )

The darkness was pleasant ( Read more... )

Despite the warm summer weather, the house was cold when he returned. It was empty. No voices bounced off the walls, no chatter, no smiles, no playful headbutting. He had been gone so long winter had become trapped in the house ( Read more... )

He stared at the flames, his body limp and almost falling where he stood. It was over. It was finally over. Gray and Wilson were dead, gone, cinders, buried under the building currently under going cremation ( Read more... )

When he thought about flying, the first thing that came to mind was Mike ( Read more... )

[OOC - I don't know where this came from. It does not reflect his current state of mind. I guess he was dreaming again...it seems to happen from time to time. This would have been from about two years ago.]

( Flashback (Warning - not nice stuff) )

The first time he felt it he was lying in the jungle, staring up at the trees, leaves swaying in the wind. A brief touch, a whisper of promise, perhaps temptation? At the time he was unsure. It was a first, a tantalising hint of what might come ( Read more... )

I am human ( Read more... )